Rosie sat with her feet up on the balcony rails looking out over the swim pool and the carefully manicured gardens and said out trashy to herself, ‘ sprightliness has treated me OK I guess."Today was her fortieth birthday, not that she had told anyone, and when she first arrived in U.S. from England just under ten age ago, she would never have expected to be here looking out over a millionaire 's landscaped gardens, in a luxurious suite, sipping a cocktail. ‘ OK'she thought to herself, ‘ it may not be mine but I get full use of it, the pay is beneficial and the piece of work is not toilsome at all, so must n't grumble.'and with that Rosie drained the cocktail and removed her clothes ready for bed. Before she put her nightie on, she happened to glanced in the full-length mirror and she twisted from side to side as she appraised her eubstance thoughtfully reasonably happy with what she saw. She knew at 120lb she could do to shed a few pounds from her 4'11"” diminutive frame but it wasn't bad for a woman of her age. She weighed each of her breasts in her manus jiggling them at her reflection well-chosen the sag wasn't that neat for her 34C breasts, and finally looking over her shoulder patted her ass cheeks with a cardiac murmur to herself,"motive to get on that treadmill girl."Poking a tongue out at the reflection of the elvish face with forgetful full-strength brown hair and twinkling gullible eye that looked back at her.

Rosie was a full-time occupational therapist employed by Chuck and Lynsey Thomas and had been with them for the last ten eld looking after Jeff their only son. Jeff was turning 30 in a few week and was a fine-looking young man with a great personality and a grinning that would turn many question. The main challenge that Jeff faced in lifespan was that following a car chance event over 20 year ago he was paralysed and had lost the use of his ramification and confined to a wheelchair. Coupled with that price to his neuronal organization also meant that from prison term to clip his hands went into spasms making ticket motor control difficult, if not unacceptable on affair He was as sharp as a pin mentally and many times Rosie would get hold herself marvelling at his powers of thought and laughing at his fasting cracking humour, often self-deprecating.

Rosie was a hone fit for the Thomas's as she had worked in a spinal anesthesia wound rehabilitation building block in England before moving to America, coupled with that experience she had excellent denotation and more than sufficient reservation for the role. Her duties weren't taxing as all she had to do was care for Jeff and make believe his life as well-fixed as potential, the cooking and cleaning was done by early staff who the Thomas's employed in their large sprawling mansion.

Saturday Nox was his special night as this was when he would have a bed bath with his favourite special soap he had bought online and of row not being capable to use his hands for intricate manoeuvres it meant Rosie would deliver to rinse him everywhere including his privates. Rosie didn't brain really and Jeff would act non-fussed as she would take sure there was a upright fret on his bollock and turncock as she worked it up and down, and often he had a raging hard on when she left. She would often wonder to herself what happened after she had gone in respect of being able to transfix, but Jeff never complained, in fact he always seemed relaxed and happy on Sunday sunup. The soap itself was a bit strange as it wasn't so much a bar of soap but More like the tub of midst cream that is sometimes used in place of unvoiced soap. To her nose it smelt funny but Jeff always insisted on it, saying it helped his spunk close and Ben seemed to roll in the hay the smell as well as he was always sniffing at Rosie as she left the way.

Ben was Jeff's ever shut companion for the last 5 years, a monumental calamitous Labrador that must have weighed over 80lb and had a head that was larger than a bowling ball. He had the most wonderful inscrutable brown eyes and would often just lay there as Rosie entered the room would open one eye, observe her and then go back to sleep. The only time the dog's demeanour changed was on Saturday night when he would dance around like a pup and to a greater extent than once get so stir, he would barge into Rosie as he cavorted around the room with his natural language hanging out, panting and sniffing.

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Sabbatum evening came around as formula and Rosie went to Jeff's room to undertake their hebdomadally ritual bed bathtub. Jeff was already lying on the bed as she entered and before she could speak he said,"Really sorry Rosie my weapon are playing up awful again,"trying to look sheeplike as he laid back with a contended spirit on his face. Rosie idly wondered to herself whether she should give Jeff a ‘ Happy Ending'as it was so amusingly referred to in films and Holy Writ, though he had never asked for it or even hinted that he was interested. Rosie was pretty certainly he wasn't gay as she had seen glance of some of the image and picture he had stored on his computer, some of which were of keen interest to Rosie, though she hid it well.

What no one in the Thomas family knew was exactly why she had moved to America, sure they knew she had got divorced and it was acrimonious but she had always closed the guinea pig down and said she her husband wasn't very understanding. As she got the towel and water ready, she still remembered her husband Robert's face when he had walked in unexpectedly to their marital bedroom to see her being double penetrated by two very curvaceous Black men, with the third doing his spirit level best to expire her with his equally as large rooster. What came out later was that it wasn't just those three that caused the problem, it was the fact that it was a different three well-endowed black men every week when Robert went to his topical anesthetic golf golf club. The scandal would stimulate been terrible had the story got out and to quiet down things up Robert's family had paid her well provided the divorce was speedy, silence and she moved out of the body politic, never to be heard of again.

In was Robert's family who had got her the introduction to the Norman Thomas's and the non-disclosure agreement she had signed in return for the very generous settlement was as urine tight as it could be. Provided she kept her mouth shut and didn't get married she would get a monthly income for the rest of her life, which meant, when added to her generous salary she was very comfortable. Once a year she would involve a holiday to one of the Caribbean islands, while Jeff went away with his parents and a local delegacy nanny. There Rosie would spend two weeks being fucked senseless by as many large Negro cocks as she could line up.

Washing Jeff thoroughly as he chattered, Rosie started to work on his cock and Lucille Ball bringing him to a fully erection and Rosie found her creative thinker vagabondage. Whilst not as big as what she normally enjoyed, at eight inches Jeff was impressive enough to render Rosie the odd unconventional idea. Just as she was wondering if she should treat him Ben decided to get in on the act and jumped up at Rosie and knocked her to the flat coat tipping the bowl of water everywhere in the unconscious process, though about of it went over Rosie."Ben end it now,"Rosie squealed as she tried to push the heavy dog away and eventually managed to fend but her clothes were slightly ripped and soaked through.

"Oh gawd, I am so sorry,"Jeff said and looked almost close to tears,"please don't tell my parents I will pay for you clothes."

"Don't worry about it,"said Rosie composing herself,"it 's only a uniform which your parents pay for anyway, but I need to get changed and I think we are about done here anyway."

When Rosie got back to her suite she stripped off her soaking uniform and went to roll herself in a boastfully white towelling robe, set up to have a bathroom, when seeing her reflection in the mirror she let out a little narrow escape and her hand flew to her throat in repulsion. Instead of seeing the belittled silver heart shaped locket that normally nestled there, a twenty-first natal day present from her go away parents, there was just unsheathed material body. Pulling the robe on quickly Rosie started to trace her steps back to Jeff's way scanning the floor for any planetary house of it. When she got to Jeff's bedroom door, convinced it would be inside somewhere no doubt pulled off when that big clumsy dog that had barged into her, she paused pressing her ear against the door not wanting to hitch Jeff in a compromising situation.

"Oh yes that tactile property safe,"she heard Jeff groan and Rosie had to asphyxiate a giggle and then seeing the door was slightly ajar decided to take a peep before she knocked. Through the gap in the door she could see Jeff's contemplation in the mirror and he had moved back to his chair and was sitting in it naked. What was strange was that Ben's big shaggy headspring was buried in his lap and Jeff was patting his pass as he murmured words of encouragement.

Jeff eye were closed as he stroked Ben's shaggy-haired question and the dog licked his cock and Ball, the rough natural language sending him risky as it slurped along his raging hard on. Jeff had been sceptical when he had first read about the soap, but knew from experience that Ben went wild for the tasting and smell which is why he got Rosie to use it. The tongue was pushing Jeff towards a climax as Ben licked harder, not sucking just beating, and Jeff tried to lift himself and angle back a little to allow Ben access to his formal. With difficultness he got himself to a position which allowed the dog to cream his clod as he worked his cock with his manus, his actions getting faster and faster, though gripping wasn't always easy. Then with an almighty moan he spurted cum up and onto his hand and cock, the seed dribbling down his clod to be eagerly licked off by Ben to the contented moans from Jeff.

Rosie could hardly breathe as she watched the scene, the robe had fallen subject and her nipple were as hard as chapel hat pegleg. With one hand twisting a mammilla and the other rubbing her moist pussy Rosie's gaze was transfixed. Not on Jeff's exploding cock but on the Brobdingnagian angry red stopcock that was hanging down under Ben like a blunt veiny salami. Rosie found herself wondering what the watery pre-cum would actually taste like as it dripped onto the storey and to her surprise, she found herself licking her lips. Reaching with her hand further Rosie inserted three finger into her yearn pussy but the legal action of leaning forward caused her to sweep against the door resulting in it swinging slowly opened, leaving Rosie & Jeff staring at each former.

"Oh my God sorry,"blurted Rosie removing her finger's breadth and pulling her gown round herself quickly ready to run back to her room and try to act like it never happened.

"You have seen, so come in ... NOW !"said Jeff, the utmost word issued as a control.

Something clicked in Rosie's mentality and she obediently stepped into the and opened her mouth to apologize again but Jeff simply held up his hired hand and said,"Silence."

Rosie stood there trembling not sure enough what to do or say and when Jeff spoke again quietly,"Remove the robe."

"What ?"blurted Rosie as she stood frozen to the spot as her encephalon reeled trying to check that she had heard him correctly.

Jeff stared intently at Rosie, locking eyes with her in a struggle of wills as he repeated more slowly and firmly,"remove ... your ... robe ... so Ben ... can have it away you."

Jeff's heart was pounding inside his bureau and he hoped none of the nervousness he felt inside had shown in his voice. He knew at the instant he had seen Rosie's face revealed at the door, catching him in the act with his dog, he had to bluff it out. There was silence in the elbow room and even Ben had stopped and was sitting patiently by his skipper's human foot, his angry red cock twitching and leaking as they both watched Rosie.

Jeff stifled the suspiration of respite as Rosie shrugged the robe from her shoulders and let it fall to a puddle at her groundwork standing naked in the heart of the room, trembling slightly though Jeff couldn't tell if it was from concern on anticipation."On all fours ... quickly."Jeff said sharply and to his joy Rosie dropped obediently and presented her ass in the air.

Ben padded over curiously and started to sniffle wondering if Rosie wanted to play wrestle but she remained still so he contented himself with sniffing as she smelt unlike. As he moved slowly round her Jeff shuffled in the drawer before bringing out the goop and wheeled his way across the elbow room to behind Rosie. Unscrewing the top with a little difficulty, he took a generous dollop and smeared it across her ass cheeks and made sure he covered from her anal star down to her slit lips. Ben was poking his nose in as he got a whiff of his favourite smell and once Jeff had refastened the lid he followed his nose to where the smelling was strongest.

"Oh ... my ... piece of tail ... God,"Rosie blurted out as Ben's long rough tongue started lapping at her crack, delving deep into her kitty and dragging along her anal lead,"that feels amazing."As Ben continued to drub deeply on Rosie's kitty and ass, she found herself pushing back to his tongue making small sounds in the back of her throat as the sensations coursed through her trunk.

Jeff watched from his chair, every so often moving around a slight to get a better view of the action. He had retrieved his phone from its carry pouch on his professorship and after a piffling bit of fumbling, manged to get the television working. Even though he had recently cum he could palpate his pecker starting to twitch and with a dry lip he croaked,"Let him fuck you."Coughing to clear his throat and get some moistness in his throat, he said a little more loudly,"I said let him fuck you."

Rosie looked up at the sound, her heart glazed over with lust as she focused on Jeff's semi-erect stopcock and creeping over, followed by Ben, she took Jeff's stopcock into her bridge player and licked at the fountainhead collecting the pre-cum on her tongue."Yes Ben, fuck me backbreaking,"Rosie moaned,"I want to feel your big doggy tool in me."Her Holy Scripture made Jeff's putz pinch more and Rosie carried on, her voice laden with emotion,"use me, I want to cum on your cock like a bitch in heat,"and then Rosie swallowed Ben's tool as deep as she could into her warm wet mouth.

Ben could feel Rosie working on his cock and her discussion were still ringing in his capitulum as he said,"OK Ben this is your second, hump her."Ben ignored Jeff at first and carried on licking tasting the last of the soap along with Rosie 's juice that were now flowing freely. The taste perception and the odor triggered something deep in Ben's subconscious and he rose up and mounted Rosie.

Rosie let out a swoosh of air round Jeff's cock as she felt the weight of Ben up on her cover and the soft rub of his warm fur as he jabbed his slippery prick purely by inherent aptitude. Not surely what to do, Rosie continued to give suck on Jeff's now difficult prick, bracing herself against the thrusts. Then it happened, Ben's red tip found Rosie's sonant wet pussycat brim and with an almighty thrust he buried his cock deep into Rosie.

"OH YESSSSssssss,"Rosie half shouted, half moaned as she felt Ben's tool afford her up. Deeper and cryptic he went, until Rosie could palpate something pressing against her puss lips stopping it going further. It wasn't the longest peter she had ever had inside her but it ranked as one of the thick-skulled Rosie thought to herself but then all rational thought was driven from her brain as Ben started to love her. Never had she been fucked so intemperately and so intensely in such a short space of time. Ben pistoned into her like a machine, his cock slamming back and forward sending Rosie into transport of sexual climax as she experienced the most intense fucking of her sprightliness. Rosie was in heaven and didn't think t could get any better when she felt something bigger trying to get into her, before she could register what was happening, a blinding flash bulb of pain shot through her brain as Ben pushed his knot inside her. By replete her pussy closed over the knot, trapping Ben inside and to ensure he remained tied in Ben's knot started to puff up even further.

Jeff was still holding the phone and was switching between shots of Rosie sucking his stopcock to trying to becharm Ben knotting with Rosie. From the moans emanating from Rosie's throat he guessed that Ben was pumping her full of cum and this thought made him shoot his second load of the evening into Rosie 's mouth.

Rosie nearly choked as Jeff squirted into her throat and at the same time, she could feel Ben spurting rich inside her pussy, spraying her with warm seed. Rosie yelped as Ben suddenly turned and stood ass to ass with her but the throbbing knot inside her didn't stay as Rosie felt yet more cum spirt into her.

Jeff had finished and had managed to enchant the scene if the two of them turned and locked, so he moved to get the television camera close to Rosie's face to enchant for the future, her look of stark contentment and joy.

Rosie looked up and saw her locket was under the bed and made a mental note to collect it once she was free., and then turning her aid to Jeff she giggled into the camera as she said,"you won't need your camera as you will be able to watch this live every hebdomad from now on. ”